As embarrassing and unlikely as it looks, I have to admit that I was always envious of him. How could I not be? It always amazed me as to how the scrawny ginger rose from among the garbage. The piles of mucilaginous and torn trash bags he leapt from transformed into a set of blank shoes, providing a canvas for not only the red stripes sewn onto them, but also him. Because that's what he was. Born from a canvas, just like an artwork. The most beautiful kind, mind you. Like those cozy and nostalgic animal illustrations. To be completely honest, I had no idea that this burning envy of mine would transform into something else. Because when Hinata did it again - that elegant yet ravenous leap filled with a determination to win, I knew I didn't feel envy anymore. I knew that this was something else... A Kagehina/Shobio story from the point of view of Kageyama. Cover art is not mine. Characters are not mine.